Lyrics

[Chorus: Jelly Roll] Well I like to beat the law And I piss a lot of people off This middle finger on my hand shows I don't give a damn If you like it or not I ain't high class, I fight for fun Dive bar, bikes and guns And I roll with the wild ones (With the wild ones) Yeah with the wild ones (With the wild ones) Here we come [Verse 1: [?] & [?]] Got arrested in Texas and they sent me to jail Did a night in the can, wrote this song from my cell Runnin' on empty, full tank of whiskey Ol' lady love me but the kids still miss me Blue lights flashin', sirens and whistles Mugshots, whiskey, barstools and pistols Bikers to clampers, Buck to Haggard I'm running with the wild ones, drink 'til we stagger They're always tryin' to make me conform into the scene And if I did they'd try to take away more of my liberties Why I stay free, open road, live for the ride with the rebels, oh And I know, my name will live even when I go [Chorus: Jelly Roll] Well I like to beat the law And I piss a lot of people off This middle finger on my hand shows I don't give a damn If you like it or not I ain't high class, I fight at the bar Dive bar, bikes and guns And I roll with the wild ones (With the wild ones) Yeah with the wild ones (With the wild ones) Here we come [Verse 2: [?] & [?]] Neck still red like my Jim Beam stag The only coozie I use a brown paper bag Collar still blue I'm dressed in black I got a little bit of room for a few more tats Bourbon on my breath still livin' on the run Got my last paycheck, spent it all at once Need a phone call sheriff, gotta call my son Don't grow up like dad, stay away from the wild ones One more shot of bourbon (One more shot of bourbon) One more thing to smoke (One more thing to smoke) Been really good at livin' wrong So turn me up some coke One more shot of bourbon (One more shot of bourbon) One more thing to smoke (One more thing to smoke) Been really good at livin' wrong So turn me up some coke (Turn me up) [Chorus: Jelly Roll] Well I like to beat the law And I piss a lot of people off This middle finger on my hand shows I don't give a damn If you like it or not I ain't high class, I fight at the bar Dive bar, bikes and guns And I roll with the wild ones (With the wild ones) Yeah with the wild ones (With the wild ones) Here we come